Echoes Of The Soul
The Shadow People
The people of the shadows. They watch, they laugh, they taunt. They stalk, they stare, they manipulate. Come out and play, they say, to the inner child within me. Gaining his trust, so they trick me into deception. I am at fault for the assault of all negative spirits in this world. I am to blame for the name of my ancestors and descendants before me. My father's sin only begins and ends with my failure or my victory. I am the one to which all this is done and there is no story to be told without me. Me, Me, Me, is all the narcissist sees and he is that ego deep within me. The Trinity of death will be the last one left when all dogma is shed before me. The truth above all and all else falls when the shadows kneel before me. Conqueror of the Self and nobody else except for the Spirit that guides me. My liberation is at hand by supply and demand for I have no other choice but to overcome and succeed. The light that ignites within the eternal flame is that which is in us and destroyed the plans of the wicked. Shadows of Spirits and Spirits of Shadows, all shades of who we once were and shall become. They die, one by one, everytime truth prevails above the world. They cannot see light or stand the thought of life breathing into the hope of tomorrow. They have lost their way, they are the end of day, and you cannot go on coexisting with them. The trauma of the past, the anxiety of the future and the regrets of today. The Shadow people
Dr. Anthony J. TOLEDO
Doctor of Divinity
Spiritual Alchemy Foundation of Enlightenment Inc.
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The Shadow People
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